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Apr 2022
Possibility, chance, no coincidence
fate or god, but the outcome
of the self-learning program

in our heads, the decisions
lay already enclosed within us
as our future, our path

You came down the stairs
stopped in the hall
and looked at me

called unexpectedly
lovingly my name
said you

will get mail from me:
the promise that bound me
during your holiday

I looked for a secret code
in the text on your cards
and only found my longing
For Dory dK
Collection "The Big Secret"
Zywa
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Zywa
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     Aishu, My Dear Poet and Deb Jones
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